Stories need a lot of talking. Mom calls it Die-A-Log. That word makes no sense to me. I understand Bite-A-Log and Trip-Over-A-Log. I do that a lot. But Die-A-Log is puzzling. Even Dye-A-Log seems colorful, but silly. But Mom likes it and she puts lots of it in her stories.
Today, she decided to put more action in between the Die-A-Log. She said, “Talking is good, but too much talking is bad.” and “What we need here is some action!”
ACTION?! That’s my specialty! So I jumped on the chair, slid across the floor, flipped the rug over, bounced on the couch, pushed a pillow onto the floor, crashed into the door, shook my stuffed fish, leapt over my bed, and somehow ended up tangled in the table legs.
Mom said, “Can’t you sit still for five minutes?”
What happened to less talk / more action? Huh?
Just in case, I’ll have my action face ready.